Watching the dual sagas of PAUL MANAFORT and MICHAEL COHEN unfold is as uncomfortable as it is familiar. For I know what it is to be caught in the federal grinder. Still, as bad as it might be for me, I wouldn’t trade places with either of these guys for a million bucks.
Manafort elicits no sympathy from this guy. And here’s why: I have no patience for a schmuck who made $30 million in the course of five years and is such a conspicuous spender, he has to resort to falsifying documents in a futile attempt to get a bank loan to keep his financial boat afloat. Knucklehead! How much money do you need? And then after failing to get the funds he so sorely needed, the dude (allegedly) offers up a Secretary of the Army or Treasury job to a bank CEO to finally get that all-important loan. Bush league. What a slob. Only a guy like Trump could call him a good person. He’s a fucking douchebag.
Michael Cohen is a more interesting character. As a graduate of the lowest rated law school in all of the USA, I can see why he ended up doing the bidding for a seriously reprehensible human being – for what appears to be 140k: His fee for breaking the law so his employer could skate legally and with his already questionable reputation more or less intact, will probably put him smack dab in a federal prison camp! Oh well! Maybe he’ll be my celly. Whatever…I like that when his employer abandoned him, he spilled the beans. Especially given who that employer is! One thing is for sure: Unless Trump steps in and pardons Manafort, both he and Cohen are going to prison.
With respect to my legal standing…while not as bad as Cohen’s or Manafort’s, it’s not good. The federal judge who determines my fate commented “I take a dim view of pimping” at my last status hearing when discovering my new state charges. Not a good sign. But at least after over 5 years of waiting…and waiting…and waiting…I will finally be sentenced on Halloween – when I will know my fate concerning my tax fraud charges.
In the meantime, the first court date concerning my state matter is scheduled for October 4th. I have no idea how this concurrent mess will play out. I can’t imagine either DA or judge giving me a Best Blogger trophy anytime soon. That’s for sure. And I don’t figure the thousands of hours I’ve spent serving the community will amount to a hill of beans. Just a feeling.
But it could be worse. I have no wife and kids to worry about. And my family is completely behind me. They feel that the feds taking 65% of my money was punishment enough. They don’t get why I should go to prison or now suffer state charges in addition to the five years of hell the fed has put me through. And unlike some other defendants, I have money – because I’m not a schmuck like Paul Manafort. I get most of my clothing at K Mart. It’s hard to drop a cool million (as he did) to dress yourself when it’s t-shirts and hoodies you choose as everyday garb.
As dismal as my outlook might be, wherever I go won’t be nearly as bad as the Manhattan Detention Center. I’ve seen the worst of what I’m going to see. But best of all (and pardon me for repeating myself)…all the fucking waiting will be over. Living in limbo is the worst. It might be the most unfair aspect of the federal grinder. Why Manafort and Cohen’s respective processes are taking mere months while mine has taken literally years, you would have to ask those who would prosecute me. I have my suspicions but what’s the difference? The only rational path I can take is one day at a time and one foot in front of the other. And so…that’s what I do. What other choice do I have?